I squealed and tried to twist away. I was definitely not into any kind of ass play. I had recovered from the hours of anal rape they subjected me to i... that studio on the edge of town. But I had no desire to repeat the experience.He seemed to expect my initial reaction. I never had a chance. He twisted my arm up behind my back and suddenly I was helpless. I couldn't move.I gasped in pain and tried to tell him to stop what he was doing. He ignored me and pressed something long and thin and. They took turns using every whip in the room on my body. My tits were red and bleeding a little. I don't know what my back or cunt looked like but they hurt worst of all.One guy was really enjoying punching me in my gut, my tits, my pussy, and even my face.I had my tits bound up in rope as they took turns putting nipple clamps on me and seeing how far my tits could stretch out from my body. I had all this molly in me but it still hurt like hell. The only difference was that they'd stop hurting. How Jack wished he could take it back. Everything hed ever said about her. Everything his friends said. No matter hiw hard he tried, he could never be able to kiss the broken parts of her that needed healing. But, he was, for the life of him, going to make it up to this beautiful women who knew him so well at one point in life. He was going to show her how sorry he was.Kissing the scars. Up her arm. Her shoulder. Her neck. Slowly he slid his hands under her shirt, pulling upward. Her breasts. Then suddenly, I penetrated your hymen, and there was pressure followed by a sharp, intense pain that was hidden behind the pleasure of the growing orgasm. You felt me inside you then, the feeling of fullness that you had not felt before, and the orgasm was a wave of expanding pleasure, flowing over you and through you. The moment of pain forgotten as your breathing because uncontrolled, your moans of pleasure louder and the emotion was almost overwhelming.Slowly the orgasm subsided, and you.